"The Last Song" lyrics - LA COKA NOSTRA

LA COKA NOSTRA

"The Last Song"

[Verse 1: Slaine]
If this the last song I ever wrote
If it were to be the night that these motherfuckers murdered me
If it were to be a car crash, swerving into a Mercury
Burgundy splashed through the glass when sirens circle me
I will be viewed as violent certainly
Drug-addled so maybe I've only written the worst of me
Maybe by me even writing these words, I'm tempting the fates
They come from the heart, sent from a place
I couldn't find in my mind, I was blind, I was lost
In a time warp with a mind warped from a sick scene
On a sidewalk, full of suicide thoughts
Full of false dreams and hopes that you and I bought
Like dope, so we had to find things to cope
Ended up covered in dirt, not washed with soap
We ended up learning all about the cost of coke by the rope
And seen some good folks lost from dope
I can't begin to begin, I'm just horrified
You hear me penning this thing, you think it's glorified
I just hear the pendulum swing again and again
The same song, broken dreams and dead friends
I been where I been now I stand where I am
As a man with a mic in his hand and goddamn
Back holding the crack, planet that's covered with monkeys
As I walk through the halls of recovering junkies

[Hook: Everlast]
If this was the last song that I ever wrote
I'd tell you to grab it by the throat
If this is the last song, I ever write
I'll tell you to stand back up and fight
Live your life, give your life
Stand up and fight, young man
(Get up and fight)
Live your life, give your life
Stand up and fight young man

[Verse 2: Slaine]
If these the last words I ever spoke, would you listen closer?
Would you close your eyes, envision what I'm supposed to
Be just a ghost of my boys that overdosed
On crushed-up poison, crushed with the noise of the ocean
Way before Affleck or Coka Nostra
Before I had a cashed check or a poster
Rode sofa to sofa, clutching on the old toaster
Writing on spray paper, grey days of cold culture
Devil got an ulcer with a habit to match it
In a bad temper so I'm grabbing a ratchet
Just to go along with it, my stakes are high
Tell the people this is the way that I say goodbye
To my baby boy Terrence, parents so opposite
Just as smart as momma is, fiery as poppa get
Just one thing little man you cannot forget
If your will is real, nobody else can stop the shit
Shit I'm living proof, take a look and figure it
Grew up in a paradox and rather not forgive the shit
But I had to box out this box and I live with it
Boxed out of detox, they said I'm on some wicked shit
Haters, were racist so I was facing bigot shit
Seen too many homies die just trying to dig a ditch
I philosophize all my life burning cigarettes
I became smarter but y'all returned to ignorant